Tag: TSA


Trill Sammy – Nobody Lyrics




[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?
Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)




Aminé – Hungry Hippo (Remix) Lyrics




[Intro]
Let’s just
Let’s ju-
Let’s just do this and quit acting like
We ain’t got life
Let’s just do this
It’s the remix baby (let’s just do this)

[Chorus]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it”
Amine might just steal your girl
If you call me Trey Songz I don’t mind it
Trying, west side n***a I am
Liking, the way that you move
The way that you move
It’s the way that you move

[Verse]
I’m on south beach
Tryna leave
High as hell need vacancy
Got a flight that I gotta catch
So sober up for security
You know TSA don’t play
These rappers get the pj
But they don’t make pj weight
It’s sad cause it’s so fake
My nigga why you
Fucking your commas up?
Spending a grand on lunch
You gonna be broke with that kinda stuff
You ain’t even bought your mama shit
But you gotta spend cause you wanna look rich
This LA living got you changing
You out here shining on these niggas like you stainless
You out here ballin on these niggas, Calvin Cambridge
Aye tell me, is this life you live worth it?
Does the ice you rock make you painless?

[Outro]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it”


Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics


[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)


NICKI MINAJ – Krippy Kush lyrics


Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs tho
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens’s now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes, now

With my plug, I call him Pancho
But I think he wants that chocha
Put this n*gger in his boca
Make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa
In that Lamborghini rosa
Yelling viva Puerto Rico
All my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny, Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex

Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko, Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (Yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (Facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (Yah Yah)
Yeah back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt
Yeah whole lotta racks and krispy (Krispy)
And she throw that ass back like Frisbee (On God)
Uh huh, smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush
I might pass her to the team cause she old news
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole yeah in ya wave cap (On God)
You better pay me now (Now)
I don’t cut slack (Nah)
All these VVS’s (21)
Make you upset (21 21 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…


Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj – The Way Life Goes (Remix) Lyrics



(Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert and Nicki Minaj)
That’s true, that’s right (Uzi)
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

(Verse 1: Nicki Minaj)
Now you beggin’ this a doozy
But beggars cannot by choosey
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
Broke the internet in 5411’s and some Gucci
The blue ribbons eating sushi
It’s that real good coochie
This that wet as Chattahoochee
F**k all y’all like a hoochie
Giving them bars since the teens
I ain’t going back to juvie
I am Nicki Yamaguchi
‘Cause I skate with the ice
I don’t say what’s the price
Lookin’ like it’s a heist
I been winning all my life
On a roll, it’s a dice
Since that Itty Bitty Piggy
Rep my city like comittees
If you f**ked it up with Nicki
You feel pretty f**king sh*tty (uh)
Anyway I’m stopping bags like the TSA
Listen up you little b*tches it’s a PSA
I’m still
You gotta pay me flat bread yeah the pita way

(Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert)
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

(Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert)
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new b*tch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the ring
She smiling happy but I’m laughing ’cause her man a lame
(broke boi, broke boi, broke boi, broke boi)
That just goes to show me money don’t attract a thing (real sh*t)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
Oh get over it

(Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert)
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

(Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert)
I tied up my RAF you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don’t want me I’m running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don’t want me then I’ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

(Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert)
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

(Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert)
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (woah)
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it (you’ll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (no,no)
You’ll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you’ll get over it (oh)

(Outro: Nicki Minaj)
You’ll get over it
I know that you’ll get over it
I know it’s over
Check out my cold shoulder (nothing left to give)
I know its over
(?) (You’ll get over it)

We used be
Kissing in the tree
Member it was just you and me
Kissing in the tree
Member it was you was just you and me


From First To Last – I Don’t Wanna Live In The Real World lyrics


[Verse 1]
I wake up, turn on my TV,
Never thought my shampoo could kill me.
I walk outside, look up to the sky,
So many chem-trails are passing by.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

[Verse 2]
Friday cruising on the freeway,
Glen beck says Jesus can save me.
Well shit, that’d be pretty nice cause this feels like hell,
Hey, Matt, I hear Guantanamo has pretty comfy cells
I wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don’t think that I could get through TSA.
I just wanna watch porno,
Without the NSA flagging me.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Fluoride water, foreign drone strikes,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuck Monsanto.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Mainstream media, praise and worship,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Fox news channel

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.)


Ab-Soul – INvocation Lyrics


Say hip hop (hip hop)
Say hip hop (hip hop)

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the Lord my soul’s a G
H, wait if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Nuclear power plants and missiles, real warfare
This where the wealthy need welfare
How many mortal men knowing healthcare
My cautious conscience give me nightmares
I stopped dreaming many eons ago tho
I paid my dues and rocked the bells like Quasimodo
On the low tho, Soulo only artist on crown without a solo album in the stores tho
I got my opinions
What do you suggest?
I’ts been a drill to be ill, you ain’t really sick
Who you a-mucinex?

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you, I’m just living..

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Ay man, I’m a sorta a rock and a hard place
Like a guitar in the Hard Rock Cafe
They argue about me in barber shops when I got cropped
Hmm… What a paradox
I’m borderline crazy with a stamped up passport
Getting past TSA with shit stashed, smelling like a hundred ashtrays
Little white kids asking for my autograph
Hey man, I’m off half a xan, off to my aircraft

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you

So I say, so I say, so I say, catch another plane
Represent my hood in every state up in the USA
I’m feeling good today, feeling good to be from [?]
I had to do it

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Back to the music, back to the fact I’m actually stupid
Stupid meaning genius, come suck Jesus’ penis on Venus
Back to reality, sadly I’m actually Jewish
Or whatever you wish to call me, I don’t wanna offend nobody (l’chaim)
Just remind them all, that it’s real
Like when the Ark of the Covenant is still
Foolish humans this is faith without the H
The work is never done dummy, the lazy will be late
A stewardess who was familiar with my music said: “You must be living the life”
I looked at her with my red eyes like:
“I ain’t going on no vacation
I ain’t going on no vacation
I ain’t going on no vacation
‘Till I fulfill my vocation”

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them (Soulo)